First Crush: A boy named Matt in third grade. Cute little bad boy with long hair. He brought a pocketknife to school and I told my dad. He hated me after that for at least a week. Then he gave me a valentine.
Second Crush: A guy named Dennis Pitts who was the roller rink king. He was in high school. I was in fifth grade. He never knew I existed.
First Girl Kiss: My best friend Adela in sixth grade. We were practicing for "real" kisses.
First Boy Kiss: A boy named Lance in sixth grade...Adela was a much better kisser than him.
Best Teacher: My fourth grade teacher, Mr. Andersen. He never made me feel stupid for being smart.
First Real Date: Sadie Hawkins Dance when I was 15. The guy tried to feel me up and I punched him in the stomach so hard he puked...didn't get asked out again that year.
Person Who Makes Me Sad: My brother--the posterboy for drugs, alcohol and wasted potential.
Favorite Hat: An old Panama hat that belonged to my mother.
No Big Surprise: I was a drama/debate geek in high school.
Biggest Pet Peeve: Televangelists.
Sporty Thing I'm Good At: Waterskiing
No Talent For: Tuning a guitar.
I Could Have Been a Great: Wife...several times, like Zsa Zsa or Liz.
Coolest Celebrity I Ever Met: Cesar Romero--a consumate, charming gentleman.
Biggest Heartbreak: My family basically ceasing to exist after my grandmother died.
Movie I Watch To Laugh: "The Party" with Peter Sellars
Favorite Detective: Jules de Grandin
Marriage Proposals Received: Five
Marriage Proposals Accepted: None
Bugs I Hate: Scorpions
Worst Thing I've Ever Seen: Murdered children (part of my job sometimes--wish like hell it wasn't)
I Never Miss: The Wizard of Oz, It's a Wonderful Life, and the finals of the World Series
Favorite Indulgences: Ebay, The Weekly World News, bubblebaths, painting my toenails
Sounds Disgusting/Tastes Great: Chili Cheese Fritos and cream cheese sandwich
Favorite Sound: My kids laughing
Favorite Candy: Red Hots and Hershey's Kisses
I Go Out of My Way to Keep Up With: My old friends and sumo wrestling stats
Something I Should Do More Often: Clean house
Second Crush: A guy named Dennis Pitts who was the roller rink king. He was in high school. I was in fifth grade. He never knew I existed.
First Girl Kiss: My best friend Adela in sixth grade. We were practicing for "real" kisses.
First Boy Kiss: A boy named Lance in sixth grade...Adela was a much better kisser than him.
Best Teacher: My fourth grade teacher, Mr. Andersen. He never made me feel stupid for being smart.
First Real Date: Sadie Hawkins Dance when I was 15. The guy tried to feel me up and I punched him in the stomach so hard he puked...didn't get asked out again that year.
Person Who Makes Me Sad: My brother--the posterboy for drugs, alcohol and wasted potential.
Favorite Hat: An old Panama hat that belonged to my mother.
No Big Surprise: I was a drama/debate geek in high school.
Biggest Pet Peeve: Televangelists.
Sporty Thing I'm Good At: Waterskiing
No Talent For: Tuning a guitar.
I Could Have Been a Great: Wife...several times, like Zsa Zsa or Liz.
Coolest Celebrity I Ever Met: Cesar Romero--a consumate, charming gentleman.
Biggest Heartbreak: My family basically ceasing to exist after my grandmother died.
Movie I Watch To Laugh: "The Party" with Peter Sellars
Favorite Detective: Jules de Grandin
Marriage Proposals Received: Five
Marriage Proposals Accepted: None
Bugs I Hate: Scorpions
Worst Thing I've Ever Seen: Murdered children (part of my job sometimes--wish like hell it wasn't)
I Never Miss: The Wizard of Oz, It's a Wonderful Life, and the finals of the World Series
Favorite Indulgences: Ebay, The Weekly World News, bubblebaths, painting my toenails
Sounds Disgusting/Tastes Great: Chili Cheese Fritos and cream cheese sandwich
Favorite Sound: My kids laughing
Favorite Candy: Red Hots and Hershey's Kisses
I Go Out of My Way to Keep Up With: My old friends and sumo wrestling stats
Something I Should Do More Often: Clean house
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On another note, as part of my plan to indoctrinate the minds of just about anybody I can find into the following of verianism and associated flowbee produce that I can sell as religious parephenalia, I had some poems accepted for a new zine. Which was nice. Actually, the person running it is very nice also.
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